Occasions for Sitting in Doorways by Kate Finlinson It’s January, and you thought you’d be gone by July. Your brother won’t leave his bedroom and you’re standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He lies in bed with his back turned to you. Paper and laundry cover the carpet. You’re clearly brothers. The arch of your eyebrows, the color of your hair. He’s younger but he looks older. He’s younger and smarter; younger and sadder. You’re shorter, safer, saner— […]